Chronicles Of My Darling Husband

19. Tvish (Part 4)

Jagdish was grinning.

Oh, Lord! He couldn't contain his grin for all the money in the world.

A wide grin lit up his face as he sat with his friends, opting for his poison— a cup of Kadak Chai while his companions indulged in liquor.

"Jaggy, let me tell you, this level of manifestation is something that even Ravan himself would envy," Chandrakant remarked thoughtfully, swirling his glass of liquor. "Even the great king of Lanka, with all his penance and prayers, couldn't achieve half of what you have."

Nodding, a wide uncontrollable grin played on his lips as he reflected on his journey of penance. His prayers hadn't been for a mere lifetime of immortality; they had been for something far more profound—a companion, a goddess to walk alongside him in the tapestry of existence. He had woven the fabric of his desire through countless nights of meditation and supplication, each thread a testament to his unwavering dedication and the depth of his longing.

And now, as fate had it for him, his prayers seemed to bear fruit in the form of this upcoming date, a chance encounter that held the promise of fulfillment beyond measure.

"In that case, why is Jaggy going on a date?" Prasanna quipped, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she leaned in with a grin, "Shouldn't he be seizing the opportunity to take the plunge into matrimony without delay and...," She paused for dramatic effect, "...commence the esteemed duty of continuing the illustrious lineage of the Singh family?"

Unni took a sip from his glass, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I've been wondering the same," he said, addressing Jagdish with a respectful honorific, "Please enlighten us, Shri Jagdish Ji."

Jagdish mulled over their words, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Yes, he yearned to make her his own, to embrace her in a lifetime of shared moments. Yet, amidst his desires lay a nagging uncertainty. What if she didn't reciprocate his feelings? The mere notion sent a pang of dread coursing through him. He couldn't bear the idea of forcing her into a union she didn't desire.

No, he wanted their journey to be based on mutual consent, where they walked hand in hand, each step taken at her pace. However slow it might be, he was willing to wait.

And what fueled his love for her?

It surpassed mere physical beauty; he yearned to love her for the essence of her being. He longed to embrace every facet of her soul, to revel in the depth of her character. For him, love was an ever-evolving journey, a perpetual exploration of her complexities that left him wanting her more and more.

He wanted to fall in love again, again and again.

"I don't want to coerce her into this marriage," Jagdish answered, sipping his tea.

Chandrakant scoffed, "No one would have the audacity to attempt such a feat with Nishita Pandit and..." He sighed wistfully. "Devika... Devika Mishra," Chandrakant murmured, his voice suffused with admiration, "What a lady she is, so fucking fierce, cursing those men to hell and... Fuck, so fucking, fucking beautiful!"

Jagdish fixed a penetrating gaze at his friend, his expression unreadable.

Prasanna sighed softly, extending a word of caution to Chandrakant as she lightly tapped his shoulder. "Just a friendly advice," she began, her tone measured, "Avoid getting too deeply involved with... Devika," she glanced at Jagdish and added, "If Nishita is destined to be our Jaggy's wife, it would be brash to break the heart of her closest friend."

Chuckling, Chandrakant took another sip of his rum. "I don't do that shit," he shrugged, "It has to be mutual. I am not the type to make false promises for sex, if that had been the case I would have had any number of women screaming my name while I took them."

"Kant, don't you fucking dare to play with her!" Jagdish growled. "I won't sit quietly."

"Dafuq!? What exactly do you guys think of me?" Chandrakant snarled, hurling his glass down onto the table. "I'm not a dick-flashing fuckboy, for your information I have never slept with a woman in my life! But she's not like that... She... I'm not going to turn down a chance for something special if she's up for it; if she wants it with me... as her man," he pivoted towards Jagdish, his expression stern. "Until this evening, you were fucking prepared to marry any woman your mother would suggest. So, don't you dare lecture me on what I should or shouldn't do!" he challenged his friend, yelling at him accusingly.

Jagdish's eyes bore into his friend's, akin to a thunderous storm cloud, heavy with the threat of an impending cyclone, a silent warning that he'd break every bone in his body if he dared to harm his beloved's best friend.

But Chandrakant stood his ground, his eyes sparked with the ferocity of a wildfire, refusing to yield to the dominance of his friend. He was too proud to yield to baseless accusations or pretentious nonsense. He returned Jagdish's glare with an unwavering resolve to do whatever hell he pleased.

Prasanna chuckled, slicing through the tension of the cold war between her friends like a sharp edge of paper. "Oh, come on, foolish boys, don't forget, you're practically a pair of Siamese twins, right?" she remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. "At the end of the day, what are you but a couple of macho men?"

The trio's collective stares bore into her, a blend of irritation and disbelief, as she lifted her glass in a mock salute. "Here's to your small brain's nonsense," she toasted, rolling her eyes at their baseless brawls.

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A/N

"Desi Boyz" for Adv. Chandrakant Sahu.

Spoiler alert for another story in this series-

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This reminds me of how I had dedicated "Kukkad Kamal Da" for Xavier and Farhan in "Not A Simple Engineer Boy", haha... Still laughing thinking about how they both would have been in school days. Gosh, I just can't stop thinking about Xavier and Farhan, especially my flirty Nawab Farhan XD Eagerly waiting to write his and Alisha's story!

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